I used to dislike being sensitive. I thought it made me weak. But take away that single trait, and you take away the very essence of who I am. You take away my conscience, my ability to empathize, my intuition, my creativity, my deep appreciation of the little things, my vivid inner life, my keen awareness to others pain and my passion for it all. -unknown
Monday, April 20, 2015
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
While the sun manages to rise by 9:00am, it packs up and heads home for the day around 4:00pm. That lazy sun. But the clouds, the clouds seem to work overtime, so should the sun even make an appearance, the clouds make sure to block out an ray to possibly come our way. It's hard. So when I get out of work around 6:00pm, I typically find myself in a pattern of going home, cooking, showering, TV. No more, no less. I create a rut, and I find comfort in building a home there...
But... BUT (!) now the sun is staying out longer, and the clouds are taking some time off, (and this metaphor is ridiculous, I know), and this changes everything.
So farewell, Hamburg winter... and hello, Mr. Sun. I've missed you. I really have.
And I've missed this blog.
Blogs are tricky in that unless it's your bread and butter, it's hard to stay motivated to write after you write all day to earn aforementioned bread and butter. Now that the sun stays out longer, and there's a bit of light still when I get home, I feel like I have been gifted a few hours of the day, making me so much happier and optimistic. I suddenly want to jump back in to all of my beloved hobbies.
There for a while, I never knew if my desire to write for fun would return.
But it has, and for that, I am oh, so thankful.
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
“I have this bad habit of forgiving those who arent even sorry.”
— Mindy Hale, The Single Woman
“I’m not the same everyday. There are times where I’m loud and chatty, and there are times when I’mr really quiet. I don’t think I can define myself.”
“This you know is a time for taking in—taking in friendship, conversation, gaiety, wisdom, knowledge, beauty, holiness- and later, well, there’ll be a time of giving out.”
— Warsan Shire
Monday, February 2, 2015
Friday, January 2, 2015
[insert obligatory, cliche New Year, New You spiel...]
Had you asked 10-year-old me, or heck, 20-year-old me what I thought my 2015 would look like I wouldn't have said anything slightly resembling this.
My past selves would not have given me enough credit to pull off the adventure I'm currently in the throws of. Most days I can't believe it myself.
I'm satisfied in the most unfamiliar of ways. Some people would pity my lack of romance (well, lack of "locked down romance") etc. etc. And I'm finally starting to realize having someone isn't when you can be deemed "officially happy."
In fact, on Wednesday night, standing on the Hamburg Pier with new friends, a glass full of champagne, and smeared lipstick from smooching a stranger at midnight, I realized that I'm pretty stinkin' happy.
The kind of happy you feel in your gut. And your heart.
For that kind of happy, I thank God.
Here's to 2015, may it be filled with many more days of friends, confidence, and of course, smeared lipstick from midnight kisses.